the lass o' ecclefechan

  tune—“jack o' latin.”

  gat ye me, o gat ye me,

  o gat ye me wi' naething?

  rock an reel, and spinning wheel,

  a mickle quarter basin:

  bye attour my gutcher has

  a heich house and a laich ane,

  a' forbye my bonie sel,

  the toss o' ecclefechan.

  o haud your tongue now, lucky lang,

  o haud your tongue and jauner

  i held the gate till you i met,

  syne i began to wander:

  i tint my whistle and my sang,

  i tint my peace and pleasure;

  but your green graff, now lucky lang,

  wad airt me to my treasure.